Medicine Dance

Obsidian ears shifted, catching the  soft whisper of moving sand. Head tilted soon after, one green and gold eye landing upon the young wolf as he drew near. She scanned him quickly, noting the mixed colors in his pelt as well as his general demeanor. When he spoke, it was simple curiosity that poured forth. Soft, accented tones emanated from her own maw as she prepared and explanation. "Gathering Ocotillo. It's used in healing." Having no way of knowing whether or not the boy was healing inclined, she left it at that.

Tucking the last of the items into her pack, the small woman flipped it shut and slid the strap over her neck so that the bulk of the pack rested against her right shoulder. Once that was finished, she gave the young wolf her full attention. "And you, lad? What are you doing out in the middle of the desert at night? Not a very desirable place to be." One silver brow arched as she offered the query.